Ollllld Blog Entry

I wrote this in Tenth Grade (we had to write our own poem influenced by the poem "The White Man's Burden"). I found it on my Xanga (lol).

The Indian Mans Burden

Get to the party, the whole world is there

And every single girl has long black hair

You might think that’s funny, you might think that’s nice

Then you see your wannabe black cousins wearing their bootleg “ice”

One drunk uncle who tries to tell a joke

Another dumb uncle is tryin’ to get a smoke

You just wanna leave before they serve the curry

That stuff is nasty so you better hurry

Soon they bring out the mic

The keyboard plays “dang dong”

All the aunties call you

To sing the titanic song

Aunty one wants you to eat her “delicious ledoo”

Aunty two wants you to pray to holy Vishnu

You’re forced to hide, your little cousin seeks

But you can’t stand to hide in a house that wreaks

The smell could kill you, spice and fish

Yet again, your cousins’ acting so blackish

Mummy says it’s time to go

While she “says bye” for an hour or so

Go hug your grandma, and your cousin Tootie

Then from your aunty get a box of frooty

Take home some tupperware filled with sweets

You know that’s the only thing you’re gonna eat

It’s tough being Indian as you can tell,

But according to Kipling, being white can be like hell

So next time you’re at the airport, and make us take off our shoes

Don’t think of us all as just plain hindus

Cuz we’re the best race, and you can’t deny it,

Whether you’re white or black, don’t dare defy it

We’re Indian and we’re here to stay,

Three cheers for us “hip hip, hooray”

I was such a clever writer in 10th grade. Not much has changed, no?


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